antiqued
picked up once again,
refurbished. altered.
i wait to be placed in the drop off bin,
as that cycle seems to always continue.
but is this not what life is?
to be picked up,
refurbished. altered.
and then tossed aside.
until one day.
one will pick you up
and choose to keep you on their nightstand
forever.
will you keep me on your nightstand?
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